Chapter 7: They
A/N: Not the best, but getting my feet wet once again and it's short. RIP Nail's father. (Dedicated to beahawk) May he be welcomed in Heaven's arms. I hope everything works out for you.
Hawkeye Pierce and Jackie Moon let go of each other feeling the tingle upon their lips. They stared at each other for long time thinking, wondering what to do next. Both didn't know if they should feel embarrassed or relief of finally doing that after an amount of time of being separated.
Hawkeye's hand gently stroked Jackie's cheek felling the soft skin that he once remembered. The touch gave her a chill in the spine as she glazed on him with admiration. It was the same feeling years before when they were going together. Jackie welcomed it; she embraced it because for once, she was really truly happy.
"I feel no regret." Jackie whispered after the longing silence. "I feel... I feel happy. For once in a very long time." She smiled as Hawkeye removed his hand.
"Me neither… I just don't know what I feel." Hawkeye said as well. He didn't know if he really meant it, or his subconscious was talking for him. He looked through her at the clock hanging far off on the wall. "I think we should get to work. You know, patients will start to crowd in soon."
Her head turned to look where he was looking. "Yea, I think we should. I got to do surgery today." They got up, looking at each other. Waving goodbye and promising to meet each other afterwards, they headed separate ways.
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"My aren't we quick this morning." Daniel Pierce said as he noticed his son scattering papers all over. "Did something happen this morning that you should tell your old man?" He gave a grin that was becoming famous around Crabapple Cove.
"Huh? No, Dad, nothing." His mind was somewhere else at the moment and the sound of his father's voice wasn't making it any better.
"You sure, Hawk? You seem edgy this morning. Anything wrong?"
"Dad, I'm fine. Why are you a worry wart all of a sudden?"
"Because when a father sees his son actually rushing to do his work, besides other mornings when he just slowly gets started, he worries, that's all."
Hawkeye shot his father a glare. "Don't go motherly on me ok?"
The father backed up hands up in surrender. "Hey, don't blame me. A father has a mother instinct too, especially after your mother died, I got more of that. But if you need to talk about anything, let me know, I'm all ears."
The son gave a nod. "Will do Dad. Gotta get to work."
"Good, so do I. See you at lunch, I suppose."
"Bye Dad." The young man left off to do what he does best, taking care of the people of the community. He didn't know what to do once he got home though which would bug the hell out of him for the rest of the day. Margaret wouldn't really suspect him of anything; to his knowledge but he didn't know what a woman does at home. He wasn't sure what to do now. He really truly wasn't sure what he should do now.
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"What do we have to do today?" Jackie asked briskly walking aside her workmate.
"Not much, there's appendicitis, a gallbladder that's it, plus a lot of appointments in the clinic." She answered matter o-fact.
"That's all?" Jackie sounded disappointed.
"That's all, why the excitement?"
"Need to get my mind on something, a lot of problems in my life now." She said.
"I'm sorry to hear that. How's your daughter, uh, Mariah doing? We sure miss her around here. And how about Robert?"
I didn't really need that question right now, thanks. Quietly Jackie thought, but got words to answer her question. "She's fine, spending a lot of time with her father these days." Jackie wasn't up to being polite and just replied curtly. Her workmate heard it and just ignored it.
"Oh. Well, we're fine, thanks for asking, we are getting messed up and don't see each other due to the schedules we both have." She lied.
"That's great; give my regards, you ready for the surgery? Simply as I said. You could probably do it with your eyes closed if you could."
"Yea, as if." Jackie said.
"Come; let's get the show on the road."
Jackie followed, doing a surgery the best she could have no reminder about what happened earlier that day. She felt relief for wanting to do it for so long and yet, she didn't know what Hawkeye was thinking. After all he has been through; she didn't know if this was worst or good for him. And she didn't really want to find out.
